The dignified vice-principal came to help in the kitchen. If this matter spread, his reputation as the vice-principal would be tarnished. Zhou Luowen hesitated.
Qing Qin casually took out the kitchen knife from her apron and said, "This little kitten is only three or four months old. If you make soup, it will definitely taste good!"
"I promise you, it's not enough for me to promise you!" Zhou Luowen shouted loudly.
"It's a deal!" Qing Qin stuffed the kitchen knife back into her apron.
Feeling a little relieved, Zhou Luowen raised his hand to take back the little kitten from her hand, but failed.
"When Chai'er comes back, I'll give it to you!" Qing Qin raised her arm and took the little cat back to the kitchen. She stuffed it into the rattan cage used to hold game, lowered the lock, and took the key.
Put the string around your neck and stuff it between your plump breasts.
Zhou Luowen quickly glanced at her chest and said, "You can't bully it!"
"Then it depends on your performance!" Qing Qin coquettishly combed the messy lock of hair on her forehead behind her ears, "Remember to come early tomorrow morning and help me water the vegetables and fertilize!"
Fertilize?!
Zhou Luowen Luojian petrification.
Bang!
Qing Qin smiled proudly and closed the door tightly in front of him.
Inside the iron cage, the little milk cat shook the cage vigorously and scratched the lock with its paws.
"You want to escape?!" Qing Qin bent down and patted the rattan cage, "Little thing, don't think about it. Miss Qing made this cage with my own hands. I even used it to trap the nine-toothed marten in Xuantian Lin.
You little thing, you want to escape too?!"
"Meow--"
The little milk cat's hair stood on end, and its silver-blue eyes were full of anger.
"Yo?!" Qing Qin was amused by its appearance and laughed, "You little thing, you have a bigger temper than me. How dare you show such a bad face to me!"
Rushing to the edge of the cage, the little cat grabbed the vine pole tightly with its two front paws and meowed eagerly.
It seemed like she was talking about something.
"Huh?!" Qing Qin squatted down and looked into its eyes carefully, "It's really strange, why do I think your eyes are so familiar?!"
"Meow meow meow..." A flash of joy flashed in the little cat's eyes, and she called anxiously.
"What do you want to say?!" Qing Qin looked at it puzzled.
"Meow meow meow!"
"I don't understand!"
"Meow meow meow!"
Qing Qin yawned, "I must be so sleepy that I thought a cat was talking!"
Turning around, she took off her apron and walked to the bed.
"Meow meow meow!"
The little kitten meowed anxiously.
"Don't make any noise!" Qing Qin lay down on the pillow, threw it casually, and threw a blanket over to cover the cage, "Sleep!"
In the cage, the screams continued.
On the pillow, Qing Qin's snoring sounded like thunder.
Looking at the dead pig-like Qingqin on the pillow through the gap in the blanket, the little milk cat shook the iron cage angrily and stopped barking in frustration.
The moonlight filtered in through the half-open window and cast a light shadow on the cage, casting a faint shadow on the snow-white fur of the little milk cat.
Stepping on the paws that had already bled from the previous struggle, the little cat stood up again and walked around the cage. It stopped in front of the thinnest rattan and opened it without hesitation.
Mouth, bite up with the thin little teeth.
Creak!
Creak!
As the teeth rubbed against the vine pillars again and again, countless fine residue fell down from the vine pillars.
Although it was just a little bit each time, the little cat was not discouraged at all.
Under the moonlight, the little cat hissed again and again.
The frail figure reveals endless determination and perseverance.